After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

In the room, Qi Yufan was still lying on the outside, and Ye Nanchen was lying on the inside. Qi Yufan was leaning on his side, and Ye Nanchen was holding his arms around his waist and burying his head in his chest.

Qi Yufan looked at this posture which was really strange. It seemed a little ambiguous, like a couple.

Qi Yufan: ∑(??д??lll), how could you have such an idea? It’s over, it’s over.

"Auntie, brother," Ye Nanchen frowned and muttered in sleep.

Qi Yufan was close, so he could naturally hear clearly.

This was a dream about his family. Sure enough, Xingnan Village was a big blow to him that time.

Why are you still frowning?

He took out his hand with difficulty and smoothed Ye Nanchen's frown, but he couldn't smooth it out. Instead, the wrinkles became even harder. He tightly grasped the corner of his clothes in his hand, with a trace of demonic energy leaking out.

Seeing that something was wrong, Qi Yufan was worried about him.

This is what I dreamed of, and there is actually a demonic energy leaking out. It is necessary to go in and take a look, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

He put his index finger against Ye Nanchen's eyebrows, pulled out a golden thread and connected it to his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and entered Ye Nanchen's dream.

A gurgling spring flows through a village. The doorframe at the entrance of the village reads: Xingnan Village

Qi Yufan walked into Xingnan Village, and a four- or five-year-old child passed through his body. The child was holding a wooden windmill in his hand. The windmill was rotating. The woman behind the child was running, trying to catch up with her child. The woman shouted Saying "Achen, run slowly, be careful".

Ye Nanchen, who was four or five years old, turned around and shouted: "Mom, hurry up, brother is coming back."

He was filled with an innocent smile, the kind of innocence Qi Yufan had never seen before.

Qi Yufan went with Ye Nanchen.

Xiaoye Nanchen ran to the entrance of the village, panting, and the woman followed him, waiting for someone at the head of the village with him.

Time passed by, and Ye Nanchen was a little tired from standing. He wanted to sit down, but before his butt touched the ground, not far from the village head, a young man carrying a basket came slowly towards this side. Beads of sweat hung.

Ye Nanchen stood up quickly, ran towards the teenager, and shouted: "Brother".

The teenager picked up Ye Nanchen with one hand and took out a bunch of candied haws from his pocket and gave it to Ye Nanchen as if by magic.

Ye Nanchen opened the candied haws and let the teenager eat it first. The teenager bit one and carried Ye Nanchen to the woman who was waiting for him not far from the entrance of the village. "Aniang".

The woman took off the basket from his back, put it on her back, and wiped the sweat from his running around with a handkerchief: "Go back, the meal is ready."

"Let's go, little brother, let's go back to eat." The young man hugged Ye Nanchen, let him sit on his neck, and ran with him.

The windmill in Ye Nanchen's hand whirred and he laughed: "It's flying, it's flying."

The woman followed them, looking at the basket, and the afterglow lengthened the shadows of the three of them.

The scene turned to night, and the family happily gathered together to eat, and the whole house was filled with laughter and laughter.

Qi Yufan looked at Ye Nanchen's smile and couldn't help but smile too.

They couldn't see him and didn't know anyone was around.

But Ye Nanchen looked back towards Qi Yufan and turned back when he didn't see anything.

Strange, why do you think there is someone behind you?

Qi Yufan's eyesight dimmed. Two years later, Ye Nanchen had grown up a lot.

At this moment, I was blushing and struggling to carry a bucket. The bucket spilled a lot of water and poured a lot of water on the ground.

"Achen, are you watering the vegetables or the ground?" The woman patted Ye Nanchen's head, put the bucket in his hand down, and carefully wiped the sweat off his face. : "Mom, come and see what your brother is doing?".

"Okay" Ye Nanchen ran away.

Qi Yufan followed Ye Nanchen into a room.

The teenagers in the room looked more angular than in the past two years, and their eyes were focused on tinkering with something.

Ye Nanchen was lying on the side, looking at the sawdust on the table with big blank eyes, and asked curiously: "Brother, what are you doing? There are so many sawdust on the table."

When the young man heard this, he put his mind at ease with what he was tinkering with and rubbed his brother's forehead: "Brother is making hairpins for my mother."

"What is a hairpin?" Ye Nanchen didn't understand what his brother was talking about.

"The hairpin can be used to hold up your hair. My mother works hard every day. The hairpin on her head has not been replaced for a long time, so I want to make a hairpin for my mother. Of course, the hairpin can also be given to the person you like. If Achen grows up and likes it, She can make hairpins for her with her own hands." The young man hugged Ye Nanchen and let him sit on his lap. He picked up the carving knife and said, "Brother, can you teach Ah Chen?".

"Okay, Ah Chen also wants to make a hairpin for my mother." Ye Nanchen imitated awkwardly.

Qi Yufan raised his hand to touch the two people making hairpins together.

The scene flipped, and six years later, Ye Nanchen had grown into a boy, and the teenager had become a young man.

Ye Nanchen was sitting on a stone bench reading a book, while the young man was weaving bamboo baskets, preparing to take them to the market to buy and make money.

The woman had a few strands of white hair and was a bit bloated, but she was still amiable. She held a snack in her hand and waved to the two of them to stop working: "Stop working, grandma has made cakes, come and try them."

"Okay" Ye Nanchen put the book down.

The young man stopped weaving the bamboo basket, wiped his hands before going over, picked up a piece, and said in a low voice: "My mother's craftsmanship is still so good."

The woman was very happy and said, "You are the only one with a sweet mouth."

The young man laughs.

Ye Nanchen also argued: "Aniang's cakes are the most delicious in the world, and Achen loves them the most."

"Mom, I understand, come and eat." The woman caressed the two children's heads lovingly, smiling with a rosy face.

The wind blew across the book on the table, the pages rattled, and the wind lifted the cover of the "Six Character Classic".

Qi Yufan noticed something strange about the book, and before he reached out to check it, the picture disappeared.

Qi Yufan saw an injured man lying under a big tree not far away. He was covered in blood and unconscious.

Ye Nanchen came out to play and saw a man covered in blood leaning against a big tree.

He hurriedly ran over, tried his nose and breathed weakly. The unknown person made him wary and wanted to leave directly.

But he was injured and would die if he didn't save him. A-niang said that he should help people in need. What if he is a bad person.

The villain in my mind fought for a long time, but could not tell the winner.

Finally, he carried the man on his thin body and took him home.

The woman quickly found a doctor to treat the unconscious man. The doctor prescribed a few medicines and gave some instructions before leaving.

After a while, the man woke up and politely thanked them for saving his life.

They treated him well, but the man was not a kind person, and he had evil thoughts when he saw that he was getting better.

They secretly killed Ye Nanchen's family. In order to protect his mother and brother, the young man stopped the man, and the man stabbed the young man through the abdomen.

The woman was in pain again and again, "Ah!!! Qian'er!!!".

The man was in a good mood, licking the blood on the sword, with murderous intent in his eyes, and slowly approached Ye Nanchen and his mother-in-law.

Qi Yufan stepped forward to stop him, but he couldn't stop him no matter how hard he tried. The man passed through his body, and he could only shout over and over again: "Run!!! Run!!!!"

Bang - everything went dark and I couldn't see anything.